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CHAPTER XXI (Continued) “Well—l 2 o'clock! Time for lunch!'’ McMann surprised them both by booming out cheerfully. "I’d like you to be back by 1, if convenient, Miss Lester. I may need you to help me go over Borden’s private papers. You may go about your business as usual, Hayward, but I’ll have to ask you to hold yourself available for further questionnig.” “Then I am not under arrest?” Jack asked quietly, as Ruth drew a sobbing breath of relief. “Not yet,” McMann answered curtly. “And—and may we go to lunch together?” Ruth begged tremulously. “Sure! Why not?” the detective grinned. “But if I were you, Hayward, I wouldn’t forget to tip the waiter this time. Now ;lear out, both of you, and don’t waste time gossiping with the reporters.” “Thank you, Mr. McMann!” Ruth cried, tears of relief quivering on her thick lashes. “I’ll wait in my office for you Jack, till you get your hat and coat.” As she was powdering her face McMann appeared in the communicating doorway and spoke to the detective stationed at Benny Smith’s desk. “Phone down to the cafeteria on the corner to send me up a couple of sandwiches, some apple pie, and a cup of coffee, Birdwell. Better have them send up your own lunch, too. I’m too busy to leave here now ... By the way. Miss Lester, I'm afraid I’ll have to ask you to stay all afternoon. You undoubtedly know more about Borden’s business and personal affairs than anyone else.” “I’ll be glad to stay, Mr. McMann.” Ruth assured him. “I’m more anxious than you can possibly be to have, this mystery cleared up.” “Have a good lunch,” McMann called, almost gently, as he closed the door upon himself again. Biggers, the patrolman stationed outside Borden’s offices, proved extremely useful in holding off reporters as the girl and her sweetheart waited for the elevator, but not even he could prevent the explosion of a flashlight or two as cameras were aimed at the couple who, reporters knew, weer involved somehow in the investigation of the death of “Handsome Harry” Borden. Ruth was grateful for the presence of other passengers in the car, since Micky Moran was prevented from asking embarassing questions. Asa matter of fact, the red-headed elevator operator was a much subdued youngster, with the fear of the law heavy upon him. u u t> “XT7HERE shall we eat, darling?” W Jack asked, when they were upon the street. “Anywhere but the Chester hotel,” Ruth shuddered. “How about our own little tearoom? But no! We’ve been too happy there. Let’s not go back there until we’ve waked up from this awful nightmare.” "Then the Colonnade is as good a place as any,” Jack decided. “I

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“Dear Crystal!” Tony dropped #5 her knees looking like a very slim and debonair boy in the brown leather flying togs which she had not yet had time to change for more conventional clothes. “Her firm little hands cupped Crystal’s convulsed face; her bluediamond eyes compelled the drowned hazel ones to meet them. “Tony loves you! Lots of people love you. If you could only have seen us when we were afraid we might—lose you—” But that made Crystal sob the louder and wrench her shamed eyes away. “You wouldn't love me if you—knew. No one would. Oh, go away and leave me alone!” she cried despairingly. “I'm not fit—” “But I do know, and I love you more than ever,” Tony insisted. Color flamed in the sick girl's waxen-white face. “Did Harry Blane tell you?—Oh. I wish I had died!” “Poor Crys! What a rotten time you've had!” Tony cried, with a catch in her voice. “No, Harry didn’t tell me. No one told me. It came to me like a flash of lightning while I was mingling with the clouds day before yesterday.” “I meant to—congratulate you,” Crystal said drearily, a shaking hand groping for a handkerchief. “Pooh! It was gorgeous fun, but I did sortr of feel sorry for Pat. I’m afraid he's got a permanent crick in the neck from watching my plane. "Peg didn’t know a thing about it, of course,” Tony laughed. “But—there was so awfully much time to think, away by myself up there in

want to talk, and there’s no chance in this mob. Since it’s a cafeteria, there won't be any waiter hanging over us,” he added grimly, as he guided her through the storm doors. A few minutes later they deposited their lightly burdened trays upon a small table in a far comer of the big, noisy room. Ruth automatically raised a spoon of vegetable soup to her lips, then repudiated it with a violent gesture. “Oh, Jack, I can't eat! Talk to me—say something! Oh—l’m sorry! But—it's been so—so horrible!” Jack Hayward quietly laid down his fork and reached for the girl's twisting, cold hands. “You want me to say I didn't do it, don’t you. darling? Do I have to say it in so many words? Well, then, darling—l didn't kill Borden.’’ “Thank you, Jack!” Tears welled up in her eyes, splashed upon her pale cheeks. “If you had, I would have stood by you. You know that, don’t you? But Jack, w'ho did? And where is your gun? You didn't take it home, did you—to have it out of reach, in case—?” “No!” Jack denied, his hands tight upon hers. “When you first told me this morning I thought you had done it—” “I?” Ruth cried. Jack nodded, his eyes pleading with her to forgive him. “From some hysterical things you said about its being your fault—” “I meant it was. my fault that you had killed him,” she interrupted. “I had discovered that your gun was missing. I didn’t know mine was. too. I thought you had quarreled with him when you came back Saturday afternoon, and had shot him before you realized what you were doing. “And I knew that if you had. it was my fault, for haring screamed and hurt my lip against the door. But tell me again, darling, that you didn’t!” Jack frowned and withdrew' his hands, and Ruth knew that he was hurt and angry at her insistence. “I did not kill Borden, Ruth. I don't know' w r ho did. I wish to God I did know'.” B B B “rpHANK you. darling,” she re1. peated, smiling at him eagerly and not casting a glance toward the man who had follow'ed them along the food counters and taken his seat at the next table. There was no need to look: she knew' that his apparently uninterested gaze was upon her and Jack Hayward, that, although he was not close enough to have heard their low-voiced conversation, he had “listened” nevertheles. For Ruth had recognized in their shadow a man who had te u-.ified in one of Colby Lester’s cases, for the prosecution—a detective who was *a trained lip reader. So that was why McMann had permitted her and Jack to lunch together! He had hoped to get a confession in this way, since all other means had failed. If Jack had been guilty—Ruth shuddered to think of the desperate chance she had taken when, knowing that the “shadow” was reading every word that fell from their

with king of spades. What suit should Declarer now play to insure game? The Error—Declarer .plays the diamond suit and opponents obtain the lead with jack of diamonds, returning spades. This removes a necessary re-entry from Dummy and game is prevented. The Correct Method—Declarer esablishes the club suit before opponents remove the last spade reentry from Dummy. He leads king’ of clubs and continues playing clubs until ace of clubs is forced. The ace of spades now serves as a re-entry to establish the remaining clubs. The diamonds are thereafter played and game is assured. The Principle—Establish a suit in Dummy before opponents remove the last necessary re-entry. (Copyright. 1929, Ready Reference Publishing Company)

the air. Had to think to keep from going to sleep. , “And all of a sudden it came to me—why you wouldn’t, see me before I left, I mean. Why you wouldn't see any of us. and didn't want to get well. It hurt and bothered me a lot. Crys—” “I'm sorry.” Crystal interrupted, her eyes still averted in shame. “I knew there was some reason.” Tony went on cheerfully. “So I just put myself in your*place and tried :o figure what had actually happened to make you hate yourself so you couldn’t bear to face those who loved you.” Crystal’s thin chest lifted on a great sob. “I do hate myself! I loathe myself!” Tony nodded. “I’ll fix that up! Just you wait! But let me tell you ... Os course I knew' how you must have felt about Pablo Mendoza and—and everything. I said to myself, ‘lf it had been me, I'd have wanted to duck and run so far no one could find me again.” “Yes,” Crystal agreed bitterly. “That’s how I felt. But after I'd run away I was frightened for Pablo. “I was sure that it would all come out. and that Bob or the police would drag poor Pablo back here to answer to unspeakable charges. So—” “So you had to pretend someone else kidnaped you. because you were ashamed to come back and face the music.” Tony finished for her. “I figured it out that way, when I put myself in your place.” (To Be Continued)

lips, she had dared lead Jack into declaring his guilt or innocence. But it was innocence; thank God! McMann might not be convinced, w'ould not be, cf course, but she w'as.^... No chance now to explain to Jack, or everything would be spoiled. “Aren’t you going to eat?” Jack asked, a little stiffly. She smiled at him. brilliantly, through tears. “I’m not very hungry, but I’ll eat one bite for every bite you take. And when we’ve finished, we’ll talk about the house we’re going to build in Grandbury. No more murder talk now, darling! We’re too wrought up. All that matter:: is that you didn't do it and I didn’t, and we love each other . . . Oh, Jack. I do love you so, even if you are a hot-headed? detective-battling young idiot! Come, now! Bite for bite!” When they had finished thei lunch. Ruth, smiling to herself a.t the lipreading shadow’s undoubted annoyance, insisted on taking Jack to see a department store’s display of modernistic furniture, refusing all the while, with almost hysterical gayety, to discuss the murder or any scrap of evidence that had developed in the morning’s investogation. In the elevator she had a chance to whisper an explanation to her bewildered fiance, for the lipreading shadow had not boarded the car with them: “We were followed, darling. I had to make you repeat your assurances to me for the benefit of the detective. We mustn't forget that McMartn is clever.” Loving admiration routed the shadow of resentment from Jack’s 3yes. “You're worth two of him— Colby Lester’s daughter!” They parted at the door of Borden's offices, Jack to go to his own suite, where his comings and goings would undoubtedly be under closest supervision. As Ruth entered her office Birdwell hung up the telephone receiver and announced to McMann, who stood in the communicating door: “Clay’s got the Dubois woman. Says he’ll have her here in fifteen minutes.” CHAPTER XXII “■Vs IS S LES T E R.,” McMann called to Ruth, who was hanging up her hat and coat, “you’re familiar with Borden's letter files, of course. I wish you'd go through them and bring me every letter you can find that contains a threat of any kind. “A promoter of his ilk is bound to have made bitter enemies, and I don’t w r ant to overlook any bets. Also, bring me his canceled checks for the last year. If he has been paying blackmail to any one I’d like to know it.” “Yes, Mr. McMann,” Ruth agreed eagerly. • She was grateful for any task that would keep her mind off Jack Hayw'ard’s almost inevitable arrest. And her respect for the detective rose. He v'as not letting the blackness of his case against Jack Hayw'ard make him indolent or careless in opening up new avenues of investigations. A detective —McMann; not just a third-degree bully, as she had feared. >- A few minutes later she entered Borden’s private office, which the detective had made his own, and laid two bulky folders before him. “Mr. Borden, when I first came to w T ork for him, told me he received many blackmail and death-threat letters from ruined investors, and instructed me to file all that I found in his mail in this folder. He pretended to laugh at them, but I’m sure he was afraid. I think he had a private detective or some sort of bodyguard.” McMann, obviously Impressed, opened the folder and began to rifle through the odd collection of letters it contained. “That so? What gave you that impression Miss Lester?” “A big. uncouth-looking man. whom Mr. Borden called Jake—l never heard his last name—was in and out of the offices frequently.” and Mr. Borden always saw him,” Ruth answered eagerly. “And if anew threat had been received in the mail. Mr. Borden always called for the folder when Jake made his next visit. Frequently, also, when Mr. Borden was still in his offices when I left. I saw Jake hanging around in the hall, as if waiting to protect Mr. Borden. At least, that is the only explanation I could think of.” McMann frowned in intense concentration. Then: “Did this Jake have a key to the offices. Miss Lester?” Ruth shook her head. “I don’t know. I don’t know anything else about him at all. Os course I never asked Mr. "Borden any questions, and he never volunteered any information.” BUS IYy|"MANN left the room, appar- -*-*■*• ently to give instructions to Detective Birdwell in the outer office, then returned and began to study the letters again, frowningly. “Nothing recent here.” he said at last, closing the folder, “but of course I'll put a man on this job. Something may turn up, but I doubt it. Now let's see these canceled checks. You checked his bank statements for him, I suppose?" “Yes. It was difficult, for he sel- j dom made an entry on a check stub, and when I questioned him about a blank stub in an effort to keep the record straight so that he would not overdraw, he would say, “O. I don't know! Two or three hundred, I guess Just charge it to ‘cash ’ i Sometimes he drew as much as two ; or three thousand dollars out of the bank in a single week.” “Any checks to women?" McMann demanded. ’ Only to Mrs. Borden." Ruth told him. "So ’Handsome Harry* was no woman’s fool.” McMann approved, smiling crookedly. “Any charge accounts for his lady friends?” (To Be Continued)

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